Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Russia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Altered Images to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crime. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.